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8 Ways of Love;

— park seonghwa

according to the ancient greeks, there are eight different types of love. here is:

･*:༅｡ the one known as pragma, the enduring love.

aka, the kind of love that matures and develops over a long period of time, and somewhat rare to find.

8 ways of love series; version i

A love story that shows the progression of yours and seongwha’s relationship from the moment you two become friends, to lovers, to exes, and everything else in between.

love catalyst: the subconscious.

At the age of six years old you declare Park Seonghwa to be your boyfriend, solidifying your “relationship” with a hug.

“Eww, y/n, you have cooties!” your best friend barks, pushing you off him.

“Wha- hey no I don’t!” you squeak.

“Yes you do because Mingi told all the boys not to touch the girls because they have a disease and it’s going to eat our bodies alive!” he practically screeches getting up from the sandbox about to walk away from you.

“Seonghwaaa he’s lying!” you whine out and he huffs turning around to face you.

“Well all the other boys are listening to him so he has to be right.”

“Well I touched you yesterday when we were playing tag and you’re fine!” you defend. “And if all girls have cooties then how come your mommy still hugs and kisses you goodbye in the morning? Wouldn’t you be dead now?”

Even at the age of 6 you were the biggest smartass Seonghwa knew.

After a moment of deliberation, he sighs. “Okay fine, you’re right.” your friend huffs.

“So are you gonna back so we can play again?” you ask, arms crossed over your little body.

Seonghwa nods before grabbing onto your hand to drag you back into the sandbox.

The two of you return to making your sandcastle and it’s only a mere two minutes later does your friend speak up.“Am I actually your boyfriend now?” he asks suddenly and you whip your head towards him.

“Well I hugged you so yeah.” you roll your eyes at him and his soft little laugh makes your tiny heart jump.

Within the next week you two forget you’re “boyfriend-and-girlfriend” and go back to being the best friends you’ve always been, playing in the sandbox after school, watching cartoons at your house, and never missing a single dinner together while your parents listen to the two of you talk your little heads off.

For the record, there wasn’t much of a difference in your so-called relationship and your friendship in the first place when you were just six years old.

At thirteen years old, your best friend confesses he likes you.

“Okay I know this is weird because, I should see you as like, a sister or something, I don’t know!” Seonghwa rants, pacing back and forth in your bedroom as you watch him frantically explain the way he feels about you.

“You know what I mean though? You’re like, practically family to me! Right? Right...” you figure he’s talking more to himself than to you as he asks himself questions that he’s quick to answer to. “Like you’re probably gonna think I’m weird or something, but you are my best friend and I don’t want it to be weird-”

“Seonghwa for the love of god can you just get to your point.” you interrupt impatiently.

“I like you okay?” he says quietly, avoiding all eye contact with you.

His heart is beating so fast he feels like it’s actually going to rip right through his chest. He’s never been nervous around you ever. You’re his best friend, and you have been since you were 5 years old, and he doesn’t know why he suddenly feels like you’re the only girl he wants in his life.

When he hears you laughing at him his heart drops to his stomach and he braces himself for the upcoming rejection.

“Can you come sit next to me.” you ask, gesturing to the empty spot on your bed.

Seonghwa complies, yet his anxiety is rising by the second. He has never been so nervous in all the thirteen years he’s been alive. He almost wants to vomit as his stomach churns at the thought of you telling him you didn’t feel the same way.

“You’re rejecting me aren’t you...” he sighs, plopping down onto the spot next to you.

You shake your head with a smile. “No idiot, I like you too. Obviously.” you roll your eyes at him.

“Wait, what? Seriously??” he almost goes into shock. “Are you joking?”

“I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious.” you shrug. “I was throwing subtle signs at you for the longest time.”

“Like what?!”

“Like the time I kept pestering you to take me to the Valentine’s Day dance, and when I made you hold my hand during that scary movie when you know I never get scared of horror films. Oh, and the time you kept badgering me about why I rejected Hongjoong for no good reason. I kept telling you that you were the only guy I needed in my life and you were too oblivious to realize I didn’t mean it in the friend way anymore.” you chuckle.

“Oh... Oh,” Seonghwa realizes. “I really am oblivious then.”

“It’s okay, I already knew you liked me back anyways.” you smirk at him, grabbing your remote off the bedside table.

You flip the TV on as you feel Seonghwa’s heavy gaze on you. “So does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” he asks you and you pause.

“I mean technically we never broke up when we were six so you’re basically just re-asking me out.” you tease, pulling the blankets on both your bodies as you settle on a show to watch.

“Oh god, you still remember that?”

Of course you do.

“Obviously, how could I forget you screaming to the entire park that I had cooties.”

He laughs at that and you can’t help but smile widely hearing him. You both lay comfortably next to one another, watching intently at the show in front of you, yet both your minds were racing at the fact that officially, you could say you were boyfriend and girlfriend.

“So when did you start liking me?” he asks you.

“Honestly, I think I always did.” you answer truthfully. “But, like actually realizing my feelings for you?” you pause for a moment to think. “I think it was when you got really sick that one time and your parents were away for a business trip, and my mom made me drop off soup to your house. And I was only supposed to drop off the soup but I took care of you because even when you were all snotty and gross and barely awake to hang out with me, I kinda just realized I’d rather spend my time with you doing that than anywhere else.”

His eyes soften at you. “Aww.”

“Buuut then before that, there was also that time that Ashley told you she liked you and I got super jealous and I was actually going to shove her into a brick wall, so ...I kinda just figured...” you add.

“Way to ruin a sappy moment, moron.” Seonghwa playfully shoves you and you laugh.

You cuddle up next to him returning your attention back to the show in front of you. Only a few minutes pass before Seonghwa speaks up again, and his question catches you off guard.

“What if we break up... like eventually?”

You think about it for a second. “Then we go back to being best friends.”

“That easy?”

“That easy.” you nod.

“For the record though, I don’t ever want there to be a time where I don’t like you. I hope there isn’t.” he says.

“I hope there isn’t either.” you assure, and just like that, you two go back to watching tv.

You’ve always had a soft spot for Seonghwa so it never came as a surprise to you, or anybody for that matter when you figured out you had a little crush on your best friend.

In a hypothetical situation, if somewhere along the way your feelings ever started to fade, you still couldn’t picture a life where he wasn’t right beside you no matter what. He was your person, and he has been since you two were five. There was nobody in this world that could replace the bond you had with him.

Even at the age of thirteen, you knew you wanted Seonghwa to be there for the rest of your life.

At the age of fourteen and a half, you and Seonghwa have your first ever fight where he conveniently declares that he loves you for the first time.

seonghwa <3; received 4:24 pm

y/n can u not be like this and talk to me :(

plsssssss

i’m sorry

can u let me come over and talk to u

Your phone continues to buzz as you stare at it beside you, rolling your eyes at his insistent messaging.

You try your best to ignore it but the continuous beeping irritates you to no end.

you; delivered 4:26 pm

i’m mad at u.

seonghwa <3; received 4:26 pm

you; delivered 4:27 pm

can u like do smth with ur life instead of bothering me

seonghwa <3; received 4:27 pm

ouch.

Okay, you admit. That one was a low blow and for a second you almost feel bad until you’re reminded of the fact that you were still royally pissed at him.

you; delivered 4:28 pm

ur actually annoying

seonghwa <3; received 4:28 pm

ya ik i am

but yk what i’m not

someone who is going to do nothing about their gf being mad at them

so open ur window bc im climbing up so i can apologize

stop being a meanie and let me say sorry

Despite how mad you still are, your heart can’t help but skip a beat reading his messages. No matter how hard you wanted to stay angry at him and tell him to go away, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him even if you tried. Seonghwa was charming like that, always managing to sweet talk you in every way.

You crack open your window and see his tuft of black hair climbing up your ladder. As he hops into your bedroom you fold your arms across your chest, not daring to say a word to him until he speaks first.

“Look, I’m sorry for being an ass earlier.” Seonghwa apologizes, and all you do is look at him. He sighs before continuing. “I was just having a bad day and took it out on you and I shouldn’t have blown up on you during class. I get it. Dick move.”

“But then you had to go and talk to Ashley about it?” you added. “That was like the worst part of it! Do you trust her more than me or something?”

“What? No! Of course not!” he panics.

“You, and everyone else and their mother knows she’s like obsessed with you!” you shout in frustration. “She’s liked you for so long, do you know how stupid you made me look running off to her knowing how she feels about you?!”

“That wasn’t my intention-”

“Were you trying to make me mad?”

“No, y/n.”

“Did you do it to make me jealous?”

“No!”

“So why Seonghwa, did you have to go and vent to her after you yelled at me in front of everyone when all I did was try to help?”

“I don’t know, okay!”

“I just don’t understand why me of all people you had to take it out on. When all i’ve literally done for you for like the last ten freaking years of us being friends was listen to you when you had a bad day or try to cheer you up when you were down! Never once when I was feeling crappy did I take that out on you. Never.” you explain with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry.” he doesn’t know what else to say because he knows he’s in the wrong.

“Do you like her or something?” your voice is quiet and the hurt is evident. “Cause if you do just tell me.”

Seonghwa is quick to shut you down as he pulls you into his arms.

“No, no, no. Y/n, I don’t like her. I don’t. Please believe me.” he begs. “Look, I don’t know why I went to her when I should’ve gone to you. I couldn’t even begin to explain what was going through my head at that point because I don’t know. But I love you, okay? I would never, ever like Ashley.”

Your eyes widen and you pull away from him. “W-what did you just say?”

“I... um...” Seonghwa starts to fumble over his words because he didn’t exactly intend to tell you, but it sort of just came out and now he’s starting to panic.

“Do you mean it?” you ask.

He just nods, a little embarrassed at his sudden declaration.

“I love you too.” you say softly, and he relaxes.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

"I’m really sorry, y/n.” he pulls you close to him, burying his face into your hair as he hugs you tightly.

“I’m sorry too.” you murmur against him.

“I hate fighting with you.” he mumbles.

“Me too.”

“I promise I’ll never take my anger out on you again. And I’ll never talk to Ashley again. And I’ll literally do whatever you want me to if it means you won’t stay mad at me because I don’t like it when you’re mad at me, and I hate making you sad.” he rambles and you let out a small chuckle.

“Just come lay down and watch Friends with me.”

“Okay.”

And you ultimately forget that you’re mad at Seonghwa because you decide that you can’t really stay mad at him after he tells you that he loves you. And although all is forgiven, he still decides to grovel for the next week as a reassurance that he really meant his apology.

So at fourteen years old, you have your first, and last fight with him.

At the age of sixteen, you celebrate your three year anniversary with Seonghwa, and decide you were ready to lose your virginity to him.

“Okay I know you said that the expensive dinner date was enough of a present for you, but you know me and always overdoing it....” he says behind you as you hear the crinkling of a bag behind you.

“Seonghwa...”

“Trust me, babe. You’re gonna love it.” he assures as he walks over to you.

Your eyes instantly fall onto the small red velvet box in his hands and your mouth falls open.

“This was expensive wasn’t it?” you pry and he shrugs.

“Maybe, but I was saving up for it for a while now.” he responds, sitting next to you as he hands you the box.

“I always feel bad every time you spend money on me.” you sigh as your fingers smooth over the velvet.

“I know but it was worth it, trust me. Open it.” Seonghwa urges.

You pull apart the bow and lift up the lid, your eyes widening in awe at the shiny ring placed inside. You lift it out gently noticing the small engraving on the inner part of the band, with both your initials and a small ‘i love you 4ever’ written underneath.

“Oh my god,” you utter. “I love it.” you place the ring on your finger.

“Good because I have a matching one too.” your boyfriend grins at you as he pulls out another box lined with a silver band with that very same engraving.

You pull him in for a hug as he wraps his arms around you instinctively and all you can feel right now is an overload of gratitude for him.

“I actually love you so much.” you say, pulling his face towards you to press soft kisses all over his face.

“Yeah, I know I’m the best,” Seongwha chuckles. “But I love you too baby.”

Your lips mould together perfectly, the kiss slow and soft at first. His hands wrap around your waist and your mouth moves gently against his. But soon enough you’re clinging to him and his body is pressed against yours, the kiss growing more needy and intense.

You knew when things started to get heavy he would stop the both of you from going further, never wanting to push you to discomfort. The furthest you had gone with one another was only third base, but it never went further than that and Seonghwa always left that decision up to you if you wanted to take it there.

You figure if you don’t speak up now, he was going to cut this short, so it’s only then at this very moment do you decide you wanted him to be your first.

“Do you want to have sex?” you blurt out suddenly and you swear you’ve never seen your boyfriend’s eyes go so wide before.

He opens his mouth to speak but he can’t seem to find the right words to say. “I- um, wait, are you being for real?” he stutters. “I mean, I do want to, but, are you sure you want to?” he asks, still in disbelief from your question.

“Shit, sorry I know that was really sudden to ask, but I do want to.” you assure. “But only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to.” his eyes soften, and his hand finds yours in an instant delivering a comforting squeeze.

“Okay so come here and kiss me again please.” you say quietly.

And just like that, Seongwha’s soft lips land on yours once more. Without breaking apart he gently guides you to the head of his bed, laying you down underneath him as your bodies press up against each other.

You swear you can kiss Seongwha for hours and never grow tired of the feeling. You get drunk off his kisses, unable to think of anything else but him. It’s dizzying really, but you love it. You find that off all the things you love about him its his lips, and how impossibly soft they are and how familiar they feel against your own. How much comfort it would bring you, and how all you had to when you had a bad day was just kiss your boyfriend for however long he let you.

It felt like home.

His lips trailed lower to your neck, littering soft pecks across your skin. Quiet noises escape your lips and Seongwha can’t help but grind against your lower half. His hands travel across your body and the ache between your legs grows by the second, and the only thing you can think of is how much you love him, and need him.

Your mind kind of blurs because the next second you find yourself both naked and he’s fiddling in his drawer to find what you assumed to be a condom. He notices your curious stare as he opens his mouth to speak. “M-my dad told me to keep these in here,” Seongwha stutters. “He said to be prepared in case the time comes, and well, here’s the time I guess.” he laughs lightheartedly and the very sound makes your heart swell.

“Nice call on Papa Park I guess,” you joke and Seongwha chuckles.

He climbs over you and delivers another peck to your swollen lips. “Okay, no more mention of my dad please when I’m about to put my penis in you.”

“Sorry, sorry.” you chuckle nervously as your boyfriend pulls you in for another kiss.

"Okay, if it hurts tell me to stop and I will, alright?” his eyes stare deeply into your own.

You nod at him with a small smile, admiring what little of his face you could see in the darkness of his room. “I will, don’t worry.”

“Okay.” he sighs, positioning himself in front of you. “I love you.” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you more, baby.” you say to him before you feel him push himself inside you. You gasp at the feeling and he stills in his spot to let you adjust.

And once you signal that it’s okay for him to move, he does at a slow pace, and you gasp at the intense pleasure. Even though the pain has subsided his thrusts are still slow and controlled, and you don’t know if it’s because he’s afraid to hurt you, or if he just wants to revel in the feeling of you around him. Either way your heart fills with love for this one boy.

“I love you so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?” he whispers in your ear and your eyes shut at his words and the newfound feeling you would grow to love. “and thank you for trusting me right now...” his breathing grows heavy. “because I would do anything for you, and I just want you to know that, okay?”

You almost feel like you could cry because above all the pleasure that you’re experiencing right now, his words feel different, more intimate, and all the more meaningful to you.

And you believe every word he says because you know he truly means it.

“I would do anything for you too.” you repeat his words back to him and he buries his face into your neck as he continues to thrust into you.

So at sixteen years old, you have your first time with the love of your life. And you tell yourself that no matter what happens between the both of you, you were never going to regret giving that part of yourself to him.

At the age of eighteen years old, you do the unthinkable.

You decide after a long and heavy conversation, you two were going to break up. You were both set to leave town to pursue your studies at your dream schools, and you felt that parting ways at this point was the better option.

While you two could figure out a way to make things work while half way across the world from each other, you had to take into account all the factors that would drive you two apart. The time difference, the long distance, the fact that you were inevitably going to meet new people, and that you simply did not want to hold each other back from experiencing a life without one another.

Because all you’ve known almost your entire life was being with Seonghwa, and him with you. You knew it was only fair to give each other the chance to explore something new, and now was that time.

It wasn’t an easy decision by any means, and although it was an amicable split, you’ve never felt the pain of a broken heart before. It hurt really bad.

Your friends and family decide to throw you both one last goodbye party, wanting to celebrate this special milestone with you. And of course there was no way you and Seonghwa could pass up the last good night you two would have together as a couple.

The party was fun at first. The dancing, the singing, the laughing, and the endless exchange of pictures as you guys shared the last few memories you would have as high school graduates.

But as the night started to creep in, you both realized that in less than 24 hours, you two would no longer be attached to one another like you had been for the last thirteen years. And after five years as a couple, you still couldn’t believe that your relationship would come to an end, just like that.

You hear the faint music in the background of your house, as you and Seonghwa sit in your backyard, gazing up at the stars.

“This fucking sucks.” Seonghwa sighs, resting his head on your shoulder as you lean your head on top of his.

“I know.” your throat burns, suppressing the urge to cry.

“I just didn’t expect this day to come. I never thought we would actually break up with each other.” he admits, and you nod your head in agreement.

You grab onto his hand rubbing comforting circles onto his skin, and you feel Seonghwa’s body start to shake next to you. You don’t want to look at him because you know if you see him cry, you’ll cry too.

You close your eyes trying to control your heavy breathing and the quivering of your lips. Your eyes are watering but you refuse to let your tears slip, and your heart hurts like it’s never hurt before, and you don’t know if the pain will ever go away.

“Seonghwa I really love you.” your voice breaks and you finally let the tears fall.

“I know, baby.” the pet name has always affected you, but now more than ever it tugs at your heart strings in a bittersweet way. “I really, really love you too. Always.”

“You know you’re the love of my life right? You’re always going to be.” you state and he delivers a squeeze to your hand in acknowledgement.

“And you’ll always be mine.” he answers back. “You’re my best friend in the whole world and the last five years with you as my girlfriend will forever be the greatest five years of my life. I will always stand by the fact that you are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

As you stare at one another with teary eyes, he knows you’re saying the same exact words to him. He doesn’t need to hear you say it, nor does he expect you to. Your eyes say more than enough to him.

You look down at the rose gold band around your finger and you realize how long you’ve kept it on, never once taking it off since that day Seonghwa gave it to you. “Do you want your ring back?” you utter, your eyes watering once more.

Seonghwa shakes his head. “Please keep it. Because I still mean it. And I always will. I’m gonna love you forever, y/n. Even if you decide to take it off, if that’s the last reminder you have of how much I love you, then please keep it.”

Your heart is hurting, and the tears seem never ending as they continue to fall down your cheeks. “I don’t want to leave you Seonghwa.” a sob escapes from your lips, and Seonghwa squeezes your hand again.

“I know, baby but you have to. You’re going to the school you’ve dreamed of going to since you were in the fourth grade. You’re going to accomplish so much and a build a great life for yourself, y/n. And even though I won’t be physically with you, I’m always going to support you every step of the way.” he assures.

You knew in a perfect world you two didn’t have to break up. But long distance was a bitch, and you moving across the world was never going to be easy on him. You couldn’t force each other to wait for the other. Not when the both of you had to start a whole new life separately. You had to let each other go.

You turn to face him, your teary eyes staring into his own. “I’ll always support you too, okay? No matter what. I want you to make the most of your time in Seoul, study hard, surround yourself with good people and have the most fun you’ve ever had. You’re gonna make so many friends and pursue the career you’ve always wanted and experience new things that you’ve never done before. And most of all, you’re going to meet a girl and love her just as much as you loved me. And you’re gonna fall in love all over again, and just be happy. Just promise me that you will make the most of your time over there and live your life to the fullest. Don’t look back, don’t wait for me. Just live until I get to see you again.” your voice breaks. “And if somehow we find our way back to one another, then just know everything we did up to that point was worth it.”

Seonghwa lets out a sob and nods. “I promise.” his voice breaks and you pull him in for your last goodbye kiss.

At nineteen, you visit your hometown for Christmas, which was the first time you’d be back in a year and a half.

Having missed out on the chance to visit last year with your busy schedule, you made sure not to pass up the chance to see your family and friends. The more you grew accustomed to your new home you managed to find a good balance between school, work, and your personal life, so you found that this year was finally a good time to return back for a visit.

And there was no better time to come home than for Christmas day.

“Yeah, just landed at our layover and waiting for the next flight.” you say to your mother over Facetime.

“That’s great honey, I’m so excited to see you.” she smiles at you and you return the gesture.

“I missed you mom.” you say.

“And I missed you even more.”

You two continue conversing amongst one another, as she filled you in on all things you missed while you were gone before a voice interrupts your conversation.

“Hey babe, here.” Juyeon says, handing you a coffee as he presses a small kiss to your forehead.

“Oh thank you.” you murmur with a small smile as your boyfriend sits down next to you.

“Oh hey miss y/l/n!” Juyeon greets seeing your mom’s face plastered on your screen.

“Juyeon!” she squeals excitedly. “I can’t wait to finally meet you in person instead of over video chat. It was about damn time.” she states and you and your boyfriend chuckle. You hand him your phone allowing them to talk with one another and you smile fondly at the newfound bond between Juyeon and your mother.

“I know, I can’t wait to meet all of you guys too! I know y/n’s been really excited, it was all she could talk about for the last three weeks.” he teases. “And she says you make really good pie so i am definitely looking forward to that.”

“That is such an understatement, I make the best pie.” she scoffs. “And I made one specifically for you.” your mother beams.

After a few minutes of playful banter exchanged, Juyeon hands your phone back to you. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom before we board, I’ll be back.” he excuses himself and you nod in acknowledgement.

“Oh y/n, I just thought I should mention Seonghwa and his family are coming over for Christmas dinner as well.” your mom says and the sheer mention of his name as your heart beating in your chest.

“Oh he’s back in town too?” you ask casually and she nods.

“Yup, he’s also bringing his girlfriend.” she adds.

“That’s great, I’m really happy for him.” you say with a smile.

And you meant it, truly.

You knew of his girlfriend from the few photos he posted of her on instagram, and he seemed genuinely happy. Aside from his newfound love, he was clearly enjoying his time in Seoul like you had hoped, and it was everything you wished for him.

You two hadn’t really spoken over the last year, and it wasn’t really on purpose, you two just kind of drifted, as expected. You two were starting fresh in an unfamiliar place, and you both were finding your way around your new homes. You two were also preoccupied with school, and meeting new people so it was sort of inevitably really that you two grew apart. Of course there were the few times you two would chat, but it never lasted long due to time differences and busy schedules.

Although you missed him immensely, you were beyond happy for the life he started for himself, and you knew he was happy for you too. He did exactly what he promised you the last night you spent together, and that was enough to make you happy.

“Flight 219 now boarding.” the announcer calls and Juyeon meets you right on time.

“Okay mom, that’s us. I’ll see you in a few hours, bye, love you.” you bid your farewell before hanging up, and Juyeon grabs your hand leading you to the gate.

“Ready to go home?” he smiles at you, and you beam excitedly, nodding your head.

As the days pass leading up to Christmas, you spend all of your of time with your family and friends, using every second to catch up with your loved ones. You find that Juyeon is adapting well to your home life, bonding with your father and making your mother love him even more than she already did. You introduce him to your childhood friends and he instantly wins over Mingi, Hongjoong, Yunho and Jennie. You admire how much of an effort he put into forming a friendship with them because he knew how much it meant to you.

You were thankful really, to find a guy who was almost perfect for you.

But still, in the back of your mind, even though you loved Juyeon beyond belief, you knew Seonghwa would always have that special place in your heart.

On the day of Christmas, you and Juyeon set the table as you await the Park’s arrival. You were slightly nervous, obviously, given the fact that you had not seen Seonghwa in over a year and you would be meeting his girlfriend. Although you were happy for him, you still felt anxious to see him and her, and you could only hope that she was good for him, because he deserved that much.

Only a few moments later do you hear a knock at your door and your mother walks over to greet your longtime neighbours. Juyeon stands next to you as he wraps an arm around your waist comfortingly and you relax against him.

You see Mrs. Park first as she walks inside, giving your mother a friendly hug. Mr. Park follows suit as he greets your mother and your father with a wide smile on his face.

And then you see him.

His hair is slightly darker and he does look a little older. But other than that his face is so familiar to you and your heart beats wildly in your chest as the two of you make eye contact. His face softens when he sees you and you deliver a small wave to him as he smiles. His girlfriend trails behind him and you take notice of how beautiful she was. You smile at her too and she returns the gesture and your heart kind of warms seeing how shy she is because you always kind of knew Seonghwa would pick someone similar to him.

“Oh my y/n, how long has it been!” Mrs. Park calls towards you and you hug her tightly.

“I missed you!” you say to her and her arms wrap tighter around you.

“I missed you too, darling. And you look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you!” she compliments. “And who is this handsome man?”

“This is Juyeon, he’s my boyfriend.” you smile, and Juyeon shakes her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Park. Y/n’s talked a lot about your family.” he says politely.

“Y/n’s picked a good one, I see.” she winks playfully as you notice Seonghwa and his girlfriend make their way towards you two.

“Hey y/n, long time no see.” Seonghwa says and you almost melt at the sound of his voice. He pulls you in for a hug and you notice how he still wears the same cologne that you had bought him all those years ago.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you again.” you smile at him, and although it had been well over a year since you two last saw each other, there was no hint of awkwardness, just nostalgia.

“Oh, this is Juyeon.” you introduce and Seonghwa delivers a warm smile to your boyfriend, shaking his hand respectfully.

“Nice to meet you.” Juyeon smiles.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Seonghwa. Y/n’s... childhood friend.” he decides to say.

“I know she’s mentioned you a lot in her stories.” your boyfriend acknowledges. “From all the things she told me you were one of the people I was looking forward to meet the most. You seemed really great to her.”

“I could only hope so. She was my best friend after all.” Seonghwa glances at you, and you know there’s a deeper meaning behind his words. “And you seem like a really great guy, so I’m glad she has good people in her life.” Seonghwa returns and you find it heartwarming how well their exchange is going.

You look at the girl beside your ex and she’s staring at you with gentle, curious eyes. “Hi, I’m y/n.” you smile at her, extending your hand out for her to shake.

“Rosé,” she beams at you and you don’t even really know her but there was something about her that assured you she was good fit for Seonghwa. “I heard a lot about you as well, Hwa’s always talking about his life back home so I’m really glad I got to meet his best friend. You were really special to him.”

You smile softly. “I’m glad I got to meet you too.” you say.

“Okay, time for dinner everyone!” your father announces and you all take a seat at the table, passing over plates of food and catching up with one another.

“So Seonghwa, how’s Seoul treating you?” your mother asks as everyone turns their attention towards him.

“Uh really good actually,” he responds. “I joined a band actually! Uh, I became friends with these really nice guys. San and Yeosang. They basically recruited me after they found out I could sing and now we play at this local bar every week on Friday’s and Saturday’s. It was really good for me, I think. It helped with my stress and stuff. And that’s actually where I met Rosé.”

“That’s amazing.” your mother comments with a warm smile.

“Yeah he was really shy at first but San kind of forced him to talk to me which I was really thankful for because I was eyeing him for a while and was too shy myself to approach him.” Rosé says. “I still remember the night he asked for my number and he was stumbling over his words and I swear he looked like he was going to pass out.” she chuckles, and everyone at the table laughs along with her.

“Oh my god I know what you mean, he also cracks his fingers a lot and starts to turn really purple when he’s nervous.” you add and Rosé points at you nodding in agreement.

“Yes! I notice that all the time!” she laughs, and you can’t help but laugh with her.

“Trust me, I have the most embarrassing stories of him when we were kids.” you say.

“Oh god, you have to tell me all of them.” Rosé giggles.

“Obviously, we have the whole night for that.” you wink at her, and you realize how easy and natural it was to talk to her, and that confirmed that you indeed really liked her.

Seonghwa watches the exchange between you both, and as you two make eye contact with each other, a small smile appears on his face as you nod at him, silently approving of the girl he chose to bring home for this special day. His heart grows full seeing how well the two of you got along, and he’s forever grateful at how amazing of a person you were that you were so willingly to form a friendship with his new girlfriend.

Although he loved Rosé dearly, there was still a piece of his heart where he’d always love you. And that piece grows a little more when he realizes how you continue to support him, even through this unconventional situation.

Seonghwa decides he’s going to do the same for you, because just like you were happy for him, he was happy for you too.

Of course he was glad you found someone who could put a smile on your face like he once did, and he knows that for you to have willingly dated Juyeon, he had to have been just as great as you were. You always had the best judgement of people.

“So Juyeon, how’d you and y/n meet?” Seonghwa asks genuinely and he notices the way his face lights up at the mention of your name.

“We had a lot of mutual friends and they introduced us. It’s funny actually, I could tell y/n didn’t even really like me that much at first, she was always so disinterested when I would try and talk to her.” Juyeon laughs.

“Probably stressing too much about trivial things.” Seonghwa chuckles.

“Yeah she does that a lot, so overly anxious all the time” Juyeon notes, and Seonghwa agrees.

“Hey,” you interrupt and Juyeon apologizes.

“Sorry babe,” he chuckles. "but yeah, I finally sweet talked my way to get her to go out on a coffee date with me and then the next day she asked to go out for lunch after our lecture. We kind of just ended up hanging out more often and well, the rest is history I guess.”

“That’s great, I’m really glad she found someone that makes her happy.” Seonghwa smiles, and you feel a sense of gratitude towards him.

The rest of the night your families converse with one another and share a few drinks, as you and Seonghwa share old stories with Juyeon and Rosé. If you told yourself three years ago that you would be sitting by the fireplace on Christmas day with you and Seonghwa as exes exchanging stories with your new lovers, you would’ve never believed it.

But you don’t think it’s a bad thing at all. In fact you’re immensely grateful that despite not being as close to Seonghwa anymore, you were able to see each other grow and adapt with your new lives. A life where you made new friends and made new memories. Where you tried things you’ve never tried before, and explored new places. And where you could love other people and still be so insanely happy for one another.

This was a good thing.

At one point during the night the two of you find yourselves alone, a comfortable silence filling the room as you stared at the fire in front of you, basking in its warmth.

“I missed you.” Seonghwa is the first to break the silence.

“I missed you too.” you return. “And I’m really happy for you, you know?”

“I’m really happy for you too, y/n.” Seonghwa smiles at you. “And I really like Juyeon. He seems really great, and he makes you happy, I can see it. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

You hum in acknowledgement. “And I think Rosé is amazing. She’s perfect for you. And I’m forever grateful that you two have each other. I know we’ve drifted over the last year, but you’re still my best friend in the whole world. And even though I don’t say it often, or even out loud, I’m supporting you through everything. As long as it makes you happy that’s all I care about.”

His heart warms at your statement and he locks eyes with you. “And you know I’m always supporting you too. Seeing you happy and thriving is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. It’s all I want for you.” he states.

Neither of you have to say it, but you know this is your unspoken way of saying that you both still loved each other greatly. You still stood by the fact that Seonghwa was, and always would be the most important person in your life, and you in his. Seeing one another content and happy despite not having each other around anymore, was the one thing that mattered to you both. The maturity and support you continued to show was only because of the immense love you have, and have always had for one another.

The kind of love that lets you give up the person you love the most so they can have a better life without you.

And the kind of love that’s okay with it.

At twenty-one years old, you and Seonghwa meet again.

It’s during one of your breaks where you find yourself extremely homesick. You don’t even give your family a heads up until you’re outside your childhood home knocking at your door.

It was an impulsive decision but it’s not like you were currently in school. You had the time and the money, and you missed your hometown so incredibly bad that it only took you one second to make that decision to come back.

“Coming, one second!” you hear a male voice call behind the door and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Well, that’s is definitely not my mom, or dad.” you say to yourself. “Did they move out without telling me or something-” your internal conversation is cut short as the door swings open and you’re greeted by an unexpected figure.

“Y/n?” the boy says in surprise.

“Seonghwa??” you say even more confused.

“Who’s at the door Seonghwa?” now that’s your mother’s voice you hear and she gasps as she walks over to the door. “Y/n! Oh my god why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?!” she pulls you into her arms.

“Surprise.” you chuckle. “I kind of sort of felt really homesick and impulsively bought a plane ticket last night so I could fly back so... here I am.”

“Well come settle in! Seonghwa was just helping with some renovations in the house but I’ll let you two catch up.” your mother grabs your luggage, carrying it up to your bedroom. “Go grab a coffee or something!” she yells upstairs.

You look over to Seonghwa and he shrugs. “Let’s go then.” he smiles and your heart swells.

The two of you walk comfortably beside one another as you take in the scenery around you, missing the familiar place you once called home.

“I didn’t know you were back in town too.” you say after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, it was pretty impulsive too actually.” he admits as he looks at you.

“What was your reason?” you ask curiously.

“Break up.” he states and your mouth falls open.

“Wait, you and Rosé...”

He nods. “Yeah, things just kinda, fizzled out. You know, we grew apart, wanted different things, came to a point where we were in different stages in our life.”

“Oh wow.” is all you say. “I’m sorry to hear, she was really sweet. I really liked her.”

“Yeah, she was,” Seonghwa sighs. “I mean, we ended on good terms. We’re still friends, actually. I don’t even think I’m necessarily sad about it to be honest, it’s just different, you know? Like I know we weren’t even dating for that long, like two and a half years at most. But I just got so used to being around her and spending so much time with her, and then things just weren’t really the same after a while. It just felt odd not having someone. And being alone made me miss everything I had here so I came back.”

You nod your head in understanding. “Yeah, I totally get what you mean.”

Seonghwa raises his eyebrow at you. “You mean... you and Juyeon too?”

“Mhm,” you hum. “I think for us we just realized we were better off as friends than as a couple, you know? Like after a while the attraction kind of went away and we were only really together because it was comfortable. And we didn’t want to stay together if we weren’t in love anymore, it wouldn’t have made sense. The break up was easy and it felt right when we ended things, I kind of wish it happened sooner but, I was still thankful for the time we spent together. He is still one of my best friends so I’m grateful for that at least.”

“That’s good.” he smiles softly.

“Hey at least we both can confidently say we have a track record of smooth break ups, right?” you joke lightheartedly.

“Thank god for that.” Seonghwa says with a laugh.

When you two enter the coffee shop you’re once again hit with a feeling of nostalgia as you think of all the times you, Seonghwa, and your friends would spend most days after school, drinking hot chocolate and eating pastries together as you all talked for hours and hours.

“I’ll get our usuals, you can wait by our spot.” Seonghwa offers, and you nod making your way towards your designated table.

The moment you sit down you’re hit with a wave of flashbacks you shared in this very space, and a small smile creeps onto your face as you look back on all the old memories.

After your brief moment of reminiscing, Seongwha sits across from you handing over your cup.

“Sometimes you don’t realize how much you miss home until you’re actually back in all the places you grew up in,” you note as you take notice of the small engraving in the corner of the table marked with yours and all your friends’ initials. Your fingers ghost over the mark and when you look up at Seongwha you see that he’s also eyeing the engraving.

“I remember when we put that there,” he recalls with a smile. “After five years of coming here and sitting at this same exact table with our friends we claimed our ownership by putting that stupid engraving that took us forever to do. As if that stopped people from sitting here anyways.” you both chuckled.

“Well at least Jennie and Hongjoong were brave enough to kick out the people who stole our spot.” you laugh.

“Yeah,” Seonghwa smiles fondly at the memory. “I still remember the days where Mingi and Yunho would bet the barista on how many butter croissants they could eat in one sitting so we could all get a supply of free hot chocolate for a year.”

“And it was only after Mingi threw up everywhere that it turned out all we had to do was ask her, and she would’ve done it anyways because we were regulars here.” you finish with a soft chuckle.

A comfortable silence fills the air as you two reminisce on the old memories of your teenage years.

“Can I ask you something?” Seonghwa says.

“Of course.”

“When you finish university,” he starts. “What are you gonna do afterwards? Like do you plan on living abroad permanently? Or are you gonna come back home?”

You pause for a second. “Honestly, after the first year there, I fell in love with the city. And I truly was planning on starting my life there and making that my permanent home, ‘cause I had Juyeon, and I had my new friends, I had jobs lined up for me after graduation, and just an overall great home.” you say. “But after splitting up with him, and sitting with the fact that I was constantly homesick, I kinda realized that this is my home, you know? Like, no matter how much I loved my new friends, and loved the city, it would never be as special to me as here. Nothing over there compared to everything I have here. And I knew you were gonna come back from Seoul after graduation, and Jennie and Yunho were gonna come back from New Zealand too. And Mingi and Hongjoong, and the rest of them were all still here... I didn’t want to be the only one gone. All my real friends are here, my family’s here... you’re here. I didn’t want to leave that all behind.” you exclaim and Seonghwa’s face softens.

“I’m really glad honestly.” he responds. “Because I missed you a lot. And it would’ve really sucked to know you weren’t gonna be here anymore when I moved back. I just really miss spending time with my best friend.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Well, you have the next two weeks to do that.” you smile up at him.

“I have an idea.” his eyes light up and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Do you wanna have a sleepover tonight? We can have a move night and order take out like the good old times.” he grins at you.

“You had me at sleepover.” you say with a smile and so he grabs your hand, pulling you towards the exit.

When Seonghwa lets you into his house you almost forget the fact that you haven’t been inside in almost three whole years. This was practically your second home and you found comfort in the fact that nothing really changed since you last saw it. Everything looked almost exactly how you remembered it, minus the new couch and dining table, and a few new paintings hung up on the walls.

“Your mom didn’t change much over the last few years.” you observe.

“Yeah, she was going to do a whole renovation like your mom, and she even planned a whole design out, but she opted out last minute. She said she wanted me to come back home to something I remembered.” Seonghwa answers. “I didn’t get why at first but it only started making sense to me the more I started visiting and realized this was like my safety net.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” you say.

You and Seonghwa walk upstairs to his bedroom, and of course nothing changed inside either. It almost seemed like it had been untouched aside from the fresh bedsheets and clean floor. You notice the small picture frames neatly placed across his dresser table and you realize most of them are pictures with you. You pick one frame up as you remember the day so clearly. A faint smile forms on your face as your fingers ghost over the photo.

“I asked my mom to put those up again recently.” Seonghwa states from behind you. “I was gonna put more with our friends but I realized we didn’t take many with them. They were mostly just of us two. I hope you don’t think it’s weird.”

You shake your head. “No, of course not. I would never think it’s weird.” you say, placing the frame back onto his dresser.

Seonghwa tosses you one of his shirts and a pair of your old shorts that you always left at his house during your impromptu sleepovers. And suddenly you’re once again hit with a wave of nostalgia.

“What do you wanna do?” he asks and you flop onto his bed with a deep exhale.

“Let’s just lay here for a second.” you say pulling him down next to you. “I just wanna remember everything that I missed while I was gone.”

Seonghwa settles beside you and you can’t help your racing heart as he inches closer to you. As you lay next to one another looking up at the ceiling, your breathing relaxes and you revel in the feeling of just being so comfortable and at so at home.

“You don’t know how much I missed this,” Seonghwa whispers next to you. “even though we haven’t seen each other in years and we don’t talk as much anymore, when I’m with you it’s like we never even left each other. Like we just pick up right where we left off. You’re the one person who’s always brought me comfort and I never feel like we have to force things with each other, no matter how much we drifted.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and suddenly the room feels so much warmer. Your heart beats fast and you realize how much of an effect Seonghwa still has on you after all these years.

“I think about you everyday, you know that?” you confess, turning your head to look at him. “Every time I’m out somewhere there will always be little things that remind me of you. And I think about all the places in the city I would take you, and the places I know you would love. I think about all the things you would tell me when I was feeling down, and how you would react to certain situations as if you were right there beside me the whole time. I miss you all the time.”

You both stare at one another and your eyes flicker back and forth to his lips and when you look into his own eyes you notice him doing the same. After a moment of just staring into each other’s eyes, unsure of what to do next, Seonghwa pulls you towards his face and kisses you, and the feeling absolutely overwhelms you in all the good ways.

It’s far from soft and sweet, instead heavy and messy, and so intense that your chest burns with desire. You don’t dare pull away from him even when you needed to catch your breath, because the feeling of his lips on yours after all these years intoxicates you and has you yearning for more. He’s pulling you closer to him and you feel like your body is on fire.

Seonghwa rolls on top of you and your bodies mould perfectly with one another, as if you were both the two missing pieces of a puzzle. You can’t exactly describe the feeling but it’s overwhelming and very reminiscent and brings you back to all the times with Seonghwa that brought you so much happiness years ago. It’s a feeling you didn’t know if you would ever feel again and you missed it more than anything.

The ache between your legs becomes overwhelming and before you know it you’re begging him to touch you, and without any hesitation he does. Your bodies press tightly against each other and your desperate need for him only grows the moment he grinds down on you.

The next thing you know, you’re both unclothed and fully exposed to one another, and you see each other in your most vulnerable states for the first time in years. When he finally pushes himself inside you the pleasure is significantly magnified as the fire inside you only intensifies at the feeling of him.

It happens quick at first but Seonghwa decides he wants to take his time with you. Like you, he didn’t know if he would ever feel you in this way again and he was going to use every second with you that he could.

You don’t know how much time has passed but by the end, you both are exhausted and sore, and panting heavily next to each other. It’s dark outside and the room is warm and even though you’re both sweaty and gross, you haven’t felt this good in a long, long time.

“Was that okay?” Seonghwa asks, pulling your naked body into his arms.

“Yeah,” you say with a small smile. “It was perfect.”

So you lay in each other’s embrace for a while and your heart feels warm and fuzzy, bringing you an endless amount of comfort. You feel content at this very moment, and your worries are pushed to the back of your mind as you fall asleep soundly together.

It’s only at 2 o’clock in the morning do you wake up in a haze and through your fatigued confusion does your brain recall the events that took place a few hours ago. Unable to make out your surroundings in the darkness, your eyes widen not knowing if what happened earlier really happened. When you attempt to sit up you feel a pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist and your body relaxes. Soft snores escape Seonghwa’s lips and you snuggle closer to his body to feel his warmth.

It dawns on you that you still are very much in love with Seonghwa, and of course deep down you knew that you always would be. You also knew given the chance (like now) your feelings would resurface because well... they never really left in the first place.

The unknowingness of this outcome has you shifting in your spot and anxiety creeps in as you think of leaving him all over again. Because after tonight, you don’t know if you can bear the thought of parting ways with him and returning to your life abroad where you can’t tell him exactly how you feel.

You don’t realize right away that Seonghwa has woken up next to you and he only does so because of your constant shifting. It’s when he delivers a gentle squeeze to your waist do you finally take notice.

“Are you okay?” his voice his deep and tired and the sound is enough to make your heart beat fast.

“Yeah.” you reply unconvincingly, but Seonghwa has known you all his life and was also the one to date you for five whole years. He knew you better than you probably knew yourself so in an instant he could tell there was something bothering you.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks.

Your back is leaning against his chest, and you can feel his soft breathing on your neck, and instinctively he starts to rub small circles on your arm knowing that was the one thing that could calm you down.

“It’s stupid.” you say, your voice is quiet and laced with a hint of embarrassment.

“Do you regret what we did?” Seonghwa asks and you’re quick to shut down his claim.

“No! No, of course not.” you return. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

You exhale, letting out a heavy sigh. “Seonghwa I still love you.” it’s almost inaudible to him but he knows he heard you correctly.

He lets out a soft sigh and a smile smiles forms on his face.

“I still love you too, baby.” and when you hear him call you by the name you loved so much, you feel like you’re going to melt in his arms. “I always would remember?”

Your eyes start to water because it’s been so long since you’ve been able to say that to him, and to hear him say those same exact words back to you has a weight lifting right off your shoulders that you didn’t even know was there.

“Why’s that upsetting you?” he questions and you feel him press soft kisses to your shoulder.

“I don’t want to leave you all over again.” you admit.

He sighs next you and attempts to pull you even closer, if that were possible.

“Well we’ll spend the rest of the time we have together and enjoy every second of it. And after graduation we’ll come back home and we’ll pick up right where we left off like we always do.” Seonghwa tries to reassure you and you shake your head, sniffling.

“That’s not what I mean...” you say. “I mean that I don’t want to go back and not be with you. I don’t want to wait out till graduation and know that we aren’t together because I don’t think I can. Not after tonight.”

It clicks in Seonghwa’s brain and he knows exactly what you mean, and so he decides now’s the time to ask you what he’s been wishing to ask you for so many years. He knows he wasn’t supposed to wait for you, but he always knew he would.

“You don’t have to then.” he states.

“I don’t?”

“Do you want to get back together?” he asks and your heart almost stops. “I mean we only broke up ‘cause of the distance right? And we both fulfilled our promises to each other that we would experience a different life and learn what it was like to not be together. We’re in our last year of uni, we’d only have to be apart for a few more months and then we’ll both be back home in no time, permanently. We would never have to be apart again.” he reasons with you.

And it did make complete sense. He was right in every way, so in truth, there really wasn’t anything stopping you from being together again. You don’t have to think much about it because the decision was already made deep down. You knew you wouldn’t hesitate to be with Seonghwa again if you had the chance, and now was that chance.

You turn to face him and even though you two can’t see each other, there’s a small smile painted on both your faces and you lean in to press a kiss to his lips.

“Okay, let’s get back together.”

So at twenty-one years old, you and Seonghwa officially reconcile, and spend the next two weeks together like you planned, catching up on everything you did while you two were apart.

And just like he said, it was like you two never left each other.

And now, at twenty-two years old, Seonghwa pops the question.

And you finally marry him.

"Family, friends, and all loved ones. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Y/n and Seonghwa. We stand here to support this couple and share the joys of their love and commitment as they solidify this partnership, choosing to spend the rest of their lives together.”

“Through this marriage you make a lifelong promise to one another to always love, respect, trust and honor each other through anything, and everything. You promise to stay committed, and loyal, and most importantly, share your dreams, your happiness, and your sorrows with each other.”

“From today, and this moment on, you will forever be united as one.”

You stare at Seonghwa and your heart beats hard against your chest as you stand in front of him watching his eyes light up and his smile grow by the second. You feel like you’re in a dream and everything around you feels so surreal.

Your eyes scan the alter and you see your mother beside Mrs. Park, both of them clinging onto each other as tears of happiness running down their cheeks. Their smile is wide and filled with so much love and you knew this day was something the two have been waiting for, for as long as they could remember.

You see Mingi, and Yunho, and Hongjoong, and Jennie, your best friends who witnessed every progression of your relationship with Seonghwa from the moment you two met. They’re all grinning from ear to ear and you can’t help but laugh as they silently cheer you on from the pews.

You see your dad, and Seonghwa’s dad, and both of your grandparents, and the entirety of yours and Seonghwa’s family joined together as they smile brightly at the two of you.

And then your eyes meet with Rosé and Juyeon as they mouth a “you got this!” to you and Seonghwa, delivering a thumbs up in your direction, and your heart kind of warms because even after splitting up, the friendship between you four remained and it was evident through their support on this special day.

When your eyes lock with your soon-to-be-husband his lips quirk up into a warm smile as you mouth out an “i love you.”

“Now Y/n, Seonghwa, please join hands” the officiant states.

"Do you, Park Seonghwa take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife?”

“I do.” he states softly, eyes gazing into yours.

"And Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Park Seonghwa to be your husband?”

“I do.” you respond beaming.

"Seonghwa, please repeat after me.” the officiant says. “I, Park Seonghwa, take thee, Y/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“I Park Seonghwa, take thee, Y/n Y/l/n, to be my lawfully wife...” he repeats.

"...To have and to hold from this day forward...”

“...For better for worse...”

“For richer for poorer...”

“...In sickness and in health...”

“...To love and to cherish...”

“...And to honour you all the days of my life...”

“Till death do us apart.” Seonghwa finishes and your eyes start to water.

“Now, Y/n, please repeat after me.” the officiant calls on you. “I, Y/N Y/LN, take thee, Park Seonghwa, to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

You exhale before repeating his words. ““I, Y/N Y/LN, take thee, Park Seonghwa, to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

"...To have and to hold from this day forward...”

“...For better for worse...”

“For richer for poorer...”

“...In sickness and in health...”

“...To love and to cherish...”

“...And to honour you all the days of my life...”

“Till death do us apart.”

As Jennie walks over to hand over the rings she smiles brightly at you, as the crowd watches you and Seonghwa each place the new band on your fingers, signifying the start of your lifelong commitment to one another.

“Well! By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife!” the officiant shouts with a smile. “You may now kiss the bride!”

And without a second wasted Seonghwa pulls you in kissing you like he’s never kissed you before and the loud shouts and cheers in the background fills your ears as everyone hollers around you. And when you pull away you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face as Seonghwa carries you out of the alter.

“Here’s to our new life together, Mrs. Park.” Seonghwa says with a grin as you kiss him once more.

“I love you so much.” you say.

“And I love you even more.” he returns.

So at twenty-two years old you know that you’re never going to stop loving Seonghwa, and that love was made permanent by the unity of your marriage. From the moment you declared him as your boyfriend at the age of six, to the years you spent learning everything together as a couple, growing apart and reuniting, you know that this was a rare kind of love to find, and one that had to mature and progress over a long period of time.

And so you remember the words you said to him all those years ago the night you parted ways, “if somehow we find our way back to one another, then just know everything we did up to that point was worth it.”

Which stayed true four and a half years later, and for the rest of your life thereafter.

LA FIN.

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Hello:) can I make a request about warren and the reader (you can choose her mutation) where they like each other but he denies it and everybody teases warren about it but then he snaps(?) and says mean/rude things about her and maybe she’s right there and he doesn’t realize it. Like super angsty but some fluff at the end pleasee (ik this is too specific so hopefully you can make it, and I knoww you can do angst so good, but if you don’t want to do it is ok)💖 :D

We're Not Friends [Request]

Note: I got SO SO SO carried away with this one, like... I love writing Warren, I just love the character in general! He's... I love it! It's never too specific, it always helps me to have some guidance! And well... Angst's my jam I guess! XP I hope you'll like what I wrote :D nonnie!!! 💕

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You were late. Extremely late. Fashionably late. Tastefully late. Your boss wouldn't be happy about it, you knew it so you got a wriggle up. Friday nights were always so hectic for you: you had to run from university directly to the mutants bar, for the greatest fights of the week. Stars seemed to hate you, they aligned like this in order to be a pain in your ass and you hated it.

The bar was already full when you walked in and made your way towards the fighter's lockers. You had about ten minutes to make yourself ready for the show you had to put on that night. Ten minutes to secure your body and to put a nice leather jacket on. Should be enough. You pushed the door and bumped into a wide chest. You began to babble some lame excuses before looking up. Warren. Obviously.

“Was about to see if you weren't eaten by someone outside,” he joked and you rolled your eyes before pushing him aside a bit in order to enter the room.

“I'm not tasteful,” you replied as you made your way towards the bench on which you threw your bag with everything you needed for tonight.

“Yeah, tell that to this big guy,” Warren's friend – whom you haven't noticed at all when entering the room – said as he tilted his head towards Warren.

“Very funny,” he grunted and closed the door behind him before coming back to his spot to end his preparation for the night.

You never knew what to expect from Warren. Well, you mostly knew that he was able to show up at your university's library when you were working on an assignment and gather all of your books to take you to the cinema, or to sit next to you during some of your classes – sleeping most of the time – just because he had nothing to do. And whenever he wasn't trying to sneak into your university, he would encourage you to practice for the fights or go with you into a coffee shop.

You smiled when you remembered how much you hated each other's attitudes at the very beginning, when you joined the bar's crew. You were cheeky, and so was he. Both of you tried to out speak each other until you understood that you shared a common passion: literature. You shared a love for a French author, Boris Vian, and his books. You were fond of these and that made you stay for the first time, after work, at the bar discussing about the books he had written.

“Hey, Worthington, you'll let her win today too?” another guy asked him and you looked at him after putting a black t-shirt on. He groaned before rolling his eyes and looked at you tying up your hair for the fights of tonight.

“Shut up,” he snapped without even looking at the man as he put his leather jacket on.

“Yeah, shut up,” you added as you were bandaging your hands now. “I'm just too powerful for him, he never lets me win: I win,” you teased him as you stuck out your tongue.

“We'll see whose hands will be bruised tonight,” he warned you with a smirk, a smirk his friend noticed – not for the first time he had to admit it.

“Be careful birdy, or I'll pluck your feathers out.”

“Sure thing. We see each other in the cage, sandwoman.”

“As every night, birdy.”

~~~

He had trained well to avoid your eyes during the fight, because he knew. He knew that if his eyes would meet yours, he would be screwed. You were called the Illusionist for a reason, this reason being your eyes plunging your opponent in a deep sleep, a beautiful dream full of torture which made them twist with pain if you wanted. And you still remembered how confidently Warren flew towards you, with the intention to crush you right in front of all the people right there when you looked him right in the eye. And he fell. Like a feather, a heavy feather, right on the ground. Since then, he was careful especially with the painful moment you gave him.

But then, you shared memories, you shared beautiful places with him. Because he was your cheeky friend, the kind of friend who would hold your hand when you were walking in the streets and telling you that your stage name was lame, a friend who would buy you books from time to time and you would offer him the priced copies of some Vian's books, a friend with whom you would argue to know who would pay for the coffee. He was a friend, a friend with beautiful eyes and a husky and raspy voice – giving you goosebumps when he spoke right above your shoulders and made your knees weak sometimes – a friend you liked, or maybe just someone you liked a bit more than first intended.

And on that night, he won the fight. He caught you off guard, throwing you against the fence and you had your breath short. You struggled to breathe for a moment and rose your hand in defeat, after almost fifteen minutes of fighting. He proudly smiled, and flew in order to show off his skills as the crowd chanted his name. But from there, you could see his concerned expression. And as soon as he caught your eyes, he mouthed if everything was okay. You simply nodded before going out the cag before the next fight. You had won three fights in a row, it was Warren's time to shine.

And as soon as the fights ended, you packed your things to go back home. You were exhausted, you needed sleep and Warren bruised you well – and he seemed damn proud about it, but first he admitted that he had been really anxious about your state when you hit the fence. He first insisted to take you back home, but you told him that you were too tired to wait for him to finally get ready to go back home. He chuckled and shook his head as you waved to say goodbye to the whole crew. You were already outside the bar when you noticed that your bag was heavier than intended, you opened it and found out why: you took Warren's fighting belt. And the thing weighted a ton and a half. You sighed, either you went back into the bar either you went back home. You opted for the first one. You stood already behind the door, ready to push it when you heard a big laugh.

“Warren, don't be such a dick and tell us that y/n is your girlfriend,” you recognized one of the other fighter's voice and you decided to stay behind the door.

“She's not,” he defended himself, and you could hear annoyance in his tone.

“Everytime you're looking at each other you're practically fucking in front of us,” another one exclaimed and you were thrown off balance for a second. You blinked furiously, shaking your head. No, that wasn't true.

“That's true,” the first one commented as if he had heard your mind. “And all these dates?”

“Dates,” Warren asked.

“Cinema, coffee shop... You going with her to uni, like man, we're not blind! Tell us you're fucking around or...”

“Listen to me fucker,” Warren's tone rose quickly, and you almost felt as irritated as he was. “I don't care about her, okay? I never cared. I don't care. I just want to win every fucking fight in this fucking cage against her because she humiliated me the first time! Got it?”

You perfectly got it. You perfectly did. You turned back, holding back tears and walked out the bar.

~~~

After a whole weekend of crying, you decided to tell your boss that you couldn't make it on Wednesday because of the fence incident, but that you would be there on Friday. He understood, and told you to rest well during the week. It hurt a lot to hear these words coming from a friend's – or even more – mouth, it did hurt so much. You couldn't let the words go. “I never cared.” Of course he never did. Of course all he ever wanted was to win, to be the best. He still was the haughty prick you though he was at the very beginning before you bonded over literature. He was a bastard, he was even worse than that.

And because he knew when you had classes, when you were home or not – mostly – you decided to go to other classes during that week. You couldn't let this bastard ruin your education, you couldn't let him win there too. So you avoided the places you knew he would come to meet you. You avoided him for a whole week, your greatest achievement so far. You were strangers. Nothing less and nothing more. He claimed being your friend, he claimed that you were an amazing person, he claimed it all. All lies, stupid lies you fell for. You even regretted developing stupid feelings towards him. You hated yourself for letting this man come into your life, become a part of your every-day life, your little sunshine with his golden locks and angelic smile making you melt when he laid his green pearly eyes on you. You hated yourself so fucking much.

And then, Friday had come. You entered the changing room, and all eyes were on you. You smiled and waved. The boss told them you were sick, you confirmed what he had said to them.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry for throwing you against this fence, I didn't,” Warren began, approaching you in order to put his hand on your shoulder but swiftly you moved so he couldn't.

“No problem,” you snapped dryly and briefly looked into his eyes. You tried to erase any ounce of emotion in yours, the pain, the anger, the cries. Every one of them.

“Sure you're alright,” he asked you, frowning.

“Yeah, I'm ready to fight Warren, if it's what you're implying.” He looked at you confused.

“Oh, okay...”

“Here, your fighting belt, took it by accident,” you said, before throwing it into his hands.

What an actor, what a motherfucking actor. The pain in his eyes? Fake. These glistening eyes were anything but truthful. His words echoing in your mind, “I never cared”, you tied your hair up before storming out the room, leaving all the others surprised by your attitude. And on that night, you fought like you never did, rage filling your veins and filling your opponent's minds – especially Warren's when his time had come to lose against you.And when the night ended, you were the first one to leave. No goodbye, no waving, nothing.

The delicate breeze caressed your burning cheeks. Once outside, you let all your emotions out, thinking how cathartic this night was for you. For a moment only.

“Y/n!” Fucking hell, you thought as you recognized Warren's voice. But you didn't bother to turn around and continued walking. “Y/n!” And you heard a flap of wings. God, he landed right in front of you.

“What the fuck,” you snapped standing still in front of him.

“No, what the fuck, y/n,” he repeated. You could tell how confused he was with his jaw clenched. You blinked a few times, playing it innocent. “You know what I mean, y/n! You're avoiding me, right?”

“Avoiding you,” you asked and put a hand on his shoulder. “You wish. The world isn't revolving around you, Archangel.”

“So why you weren't going to uni this week? I tried to see you there, as usual, you know.”

“I was going to my classes, just had to change hours, I had a tough time this week healing my wounds.” Every wound of your heart, you had to heal them. The process just began, but the stitches itched so much.

“You're cold, y/n,” he stated, his puppy eyes looking down at you.

“I thought you never cared, Warren,” you told him sarcastically. The stitches broke at that very moment, how did it hurt, how much did it bled.

“What?” His eyes widened as he looked surprised. You couldn't help yourself but chuckle through the pain.

“Well, I humiliated you the first time we fought, remember? Being my friend was a great strategy Warren, you're way smarter than I thought you were.”

“How you...”

“I came back to give you your belt back,” you cut him off sharply. “Your stupid fucking belt. Thanks to that belt I know that I have no friends, I mean no,” you corrected yourself with a pained smirk, “I have friends, but you're not one of them.”

“Y/n, listen I'm sorry you had to hear this I,” he tried, but you couldn't gather yourself to hear his pitiful explanations.

“That's fine Warren, I got you. You wanted to win, you hurt me and you won. Congratulations, you're a true bastard now.” You stepped aside to walk away, and he didn't move. He probably never liked you in the first place.

~~~

You couldn't stay home, it was too painful to lose a friend. To lose somebody you loved so much. Your heart was ready to explode again, filled with sadness and anger. You wanted to take some fresh air, so you put your coat on and went outside, hands in your pockets and strolled your way to the park.

Some flowers were already there, colorful and joyful as your mind was gray and gloomy. You sat in the grass, against a trunk and closes your eyes for a second. You would have given anything to let somebody use their mutation against you, a mutation erasing memories, a mutation making you feel whatever the person wanted – and in your case it was joy – or a mutation letting you sleep and never care. How funny, you wanted to never care. You maybe were both the same, him and you. This massive flapping of wings, people's “oh's” and “ah's” and you knew he was here. You were stupid thinking that he wouldn't check if you weren't here, it was one of your favorites spots after all.

You closed your eyes again, not having the strength to get up and leave, to flee. You weren't a coward, unlike him. You could hear his steps in the grass, right in front of you. You opened your eye, to look at him briefly. He had a book in his hands, standing above you with a sad expression. What a liar.

“What do you want,” you snapped, before closing your eye.

“To apologize,” he said after a moment of silence.

“Apology accepted, go home.”

“No, y/n, I want to properly apologize,” he said, and knelt before you. You opened your eyes, and he was right in front of you, looking into your eyes, devouring your soul.

“I thought you never cared.”

“I lied. I fucking lied. I just had enough of them saying this,” he admitted as he looked away.

“Yeah, I understand. I'm a fucking pain in the ass.”

“No, you're great! You're... Fuck, here we are. You're so great, y/n, you're really amazing, and you're intelligent and your mutation is fucking insane and...”

“You wanted to compete,” you asked, not fully following his train of thought.

“At first yes but then... I just wanted to know you better? And I found so much more than competition, for fuck's sake, you like Boris Vian, who in this fucking world likes this weirdo,” he asked before handing you the book. “Put my hand on one of the first editions of the 'I spit on your graves', and I thought it should be yours.” Your eyes lighted up. But at the same time, you couldn't tell if he did it only to be able to continue this littlegame of his. However, you put your hand on the cover of the book.

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as I want to kiss you right now.” He took your breath away, without any warning. Your hand fell off the book, and you slightly opened your mouth in surprise. You blinked.

“But you said,” you started, really confused this time.

“Screw what I said, I already screwed many things so I thought that I might tell you right now how I feel about you.”

“I think I... Feel the same?” Your voice was unsure, and your mind full of fuzzy thoughts. A moment before you wanted to tore him apart, and now he confessed his lore to you, your little heart began to pound with love.

“Does that mean that I can kiss you?” You nodded, and he put the book aside, right next to you.

He approached you, his wings behind him, and you felt your cheeks burning. He put a finger under your chin before touching your lips with his. A tender touch with his rosy lips. You felt it all, your mind all dizzy. And when he pulled off, he caressed your cheek gently.

“I promise I'll never make you sad and angry like I did, I promise y/n,” he whispered and you felt that you were his world. And he was your world too.

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A/N: Spoiler alert? I’ve read that this baby Yoda ISN’T Yoda?? (Chronologically and historically). From what I remember in SW movies (Since childhood, I haven’t watched them from a long time Ik sorry) wasn’t Yoda the last one of his species?? I swear if they do anything to my baby I’ll sue Disney for “Mental manipulation for cruelty and torture purpose”! I’m gonna name him Ayod (Yeah this is an anagram of Yoda lol) until they give us an actual name. / Gif: Mine.

Warning/Genres: Violence. Spoilers. Fluff from time to time. Mom and Dad vibes~ Mom & Dad goals!~

Pairing: The mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Words: +2K (Yooooo!! It was longer than expected; I have to split the chapter 2!)

Summary: With the duty to find and protect baby Yoda, you didn’t know sweet trouble will come to you.

-|- Previously | -|- Last part

Now that this man was by your side, you realize how much taller, compared to you, he is. Strangely, you didn’t feel frightened at all by his imposing figure. He was hard to discern, yes, but didn’t he just put out of service this droid? And if you’re not mistaking, he said that destroying it “wasn’t in his intention”. So, what he intends to do?

You saw him tap at the mechanic in his forearm and them walk away, with the little cradle following him. You hurry yourself to catch them.

— “Wait! Where are you going?”, you asked, watching all those corpses on the ground.

— “...”

— “Okay just... don’t answer me... That’s fine. I’m still gonna follow you and protect this child no matter what.”

At those words, he paused for a moment and grunt, looking slightly to the sky. He could feel problems adding to his journey from miles away, more than he wanted to, more than necessary. Despite every discomfort, he continued walking; ignoring you was probably the best option. This way, you’ll maybe just change your mind and simply go back to your old life.

Unfortunately for him, you were stubborn, determined and convinced that only you can protect this baby. It was your mission. An important one. You didn’t want to screw everything. That’s what your people was probably waiting. So you just braced yourself and continued to walk not too far away from him, side to side with this little floating cocoon. You turned to look at the child who was serenely watching his surrounding. Protect the asset should and will be your only preoccupation even if it means following this man until he’ll get tired of your presence and just leave the child to you. Yes, this plan could work, you just have to annoy him and he’ll go away. With assured steps, you continued to follow him, without knowing that you plan kinda match his.

Sometimes, he glances over his shoulder, seeing if you were still there. He’ll constantly grunt and just abruptly keep walking; a frustrated walking. He suddenly stopped, looking around him. You copied his gestures.

— “What is… going on?”, you asked, hand on your blaster.

You were caught off guard when a silhouette felt from the sky. Your first thought was “Protect the baby!”. A thought the man has probably thought so too; you both pushed the cradle away. Without loosing a bit, you started shooting, fighting with great fluidity.

You immediately noticed an enemy trying to assault the most treacherous blow: shooting the man behind his back. Fast as you are, you shoot him right away. A gesture that didn’t remain unnoticed by the doughy Mandalorian. He didn’t have no time to think about it, he just keep combating, as you do.

Concentrated in what you supposed to do, you saw at the last second a figure running to the child. Eyes growing wide, the time you raised your hand, the man disintegrated him.

You exhale deeply and rushed to the baby.

— “Oh my god! Are you okay?”, you asked, worry in your voice was easily detectable.

— “Yeah, no much damag—”, he then stopped, looking over you.

— You turned to face him. “I… I was talking to the baby...”

— “I know.”, he growled before looking at the quite recognizable tracking fob on the floor.

— “As if I’m gonna believe this lie!”, you added breaking a laugh.

He shook his head, quite irritated and started walking away.

At nightfall, the three of us sat down to rest until tomorrow. The strange man was cauterizing one of his wound; a quite mysterious man who wouldn’t want to give you his name. A question that you repeatedly asked during all the way here. He just kept reminding silence, like now. You do have bandages and everything in your bag but wouldn’t it be strange to just... help him? Weren’t you two in opposite side? You kept observing him, sitting on the ground, knees up to your chest. You didn’t notice that the baby was out of his cocoon. You sensed him at the same time as the man; you both tuned you head to look at the child with his hand raised. What was he trying to do?

The man pick him up and put him back in his cocoon, only to finish to repair his armor.

At the moment, you started talking. Ranting was probably the best way to put your behaviour according to the man. The night always brings you the desire to lighten your chest, even if there is no one, or someone who doesn’t listen.

— “Can’t I just name the baby?”, you added. “I’m tired of calling him “child” and all.”

— “...”

— “I think I’ll name him Ayod. Ayod means “hope” from where I’m from. It suit him pretty well, this is exactly what he is. Our hope, our Ayod.”, you ended, lovingly pinching the cute cheeks of the baby.

He tried to ignore you but your word, this small word keep repeating over and over again in his head: “Our”. Was it just some rhetorical statement or does it mean something deeper? He wasn’t quite sure. He started hating himself, having his thought wander like that wasn’t in his habits. He didn’t like that.

The next day, with so much less sleep to your account, you followed the man to a high hill. From there, you could see what seemed to be Jawas, stealing every part of the ship in the distance. Does it belong to the man by your side? Hearing him grunt from rage, informed that you were right!

The vision to this scene made you snorted uncontrollably; only for quickly straightening yourself when the man turned his head to you. You cleared your throat and pretended to care.

— “Um… Maybe you could just—.”

He simply ignores you and begin disintegrating them one by one, against all of your protest. This was clearly a terrible idea, but he keeps shooting them.

When they starting to drive off, the man continued to fire at them, he even started chasing after them. Is he out of his mind? When the cradle floated after him, you tried to run after them too. He escalated, keep fighting, even throwing out some Jawas. And all of the sudden, you watch him fell to the ground in shock.

He hasn't moved since. Is he… dead? You took this chance to try to take Ayod with you. The cocoon wouldn’t move. So you tried picking him up instead but you stopped when you saw his sad eyes.

— “You’re really attached to this man, don’t you?”, you sighed.

You couldn't resist his puppy eyes so you braced yourself and went above the man, analyzing him from head to toe. Maybe he just lose consciousness. You sat down and grabbed the end of his helmet and then, you freeze. He never took it off? Do you have the right to take it off? But if you don’t, you won’t be able to-

Your thoughts were cut short when he suddenly regains consciousness, causing you to scream.

— “What did you do?”, he asked after sitting.

— “Nothing.”

— “What did you do?!”,he shouted.

— “Nothing!”

— “Did you take it off?!”

— “No! I swear! I wanted to, well you wouldn’t move, so I tried but I didn’t know if I have the right to so. Then you woke up. That’s it!”

He scanned you, he then turned to face the child. He looked back at you, surprised that you didn’t take this chance to run away. He gets up to his feet and the three of you returned to the sinister looting, entering the ship to check the damages.

— “You know, I’ve come with a ship. There’s only room for one but you can still give me the child.”

— “If there only one room, smart as you are, how are you going to do with it?”

— “I’m talking about an adult sized human metal bag. And don’t talk about him like that!”, you protested.

Feeling insulted by the surname you gave him, his anger and irritation grow faster, slamming the doors, growing in frustration and sighing desperately. Little Ayod came to the front door, looking at you two. You pick him up in your arm.

— “So, it’s a deal?”, you asked.

He just took the child from you, put him back in his cocoon and started walking away. You sighed for what seemed the hundred times now and followed him.

Arriving at destination, you recognized the scenery, recognized Kuiil, the Ugnaught that helped you when you landed on this planet.

— “I thought you were dead.” admitted Kuiil. He turned and was quite surprised to see you. “I thought you were dead too”.

Not far away from Kuiil’s house, you were playing around with baby Ayod, laughing from time to time, dying from all the cuteness that you couldn’t handle anymore. You didn’t pay attention to the conversation of Kuiil and the man but a bit of what stated the Ugnaught caught your attention. So this man is a bounty hunter. Is it for this reason that he didn’t kill the child?

Well, in the end it didn’t matter, you’ll never let it happen. You started following Ayod chasing after a little frog.

— “Is she with you now?”, demanded Kuill to the man.

— “I can’t get rid off her.”, he deeply sighed. He then turned his head toward you and added, “She’s quite skilled, fast indeed… But so annoying.”

— You suddenly lifted your head, “Hey, I’ve heard you!”

You faced him, hands on your waist, trying to challenge him. He didn’t even flinch, your behaviour wasn’t frightening, on the country, this was quite ridiculous. At the sound of a strange sound, you both turned your head to source, only for finding the baby swallowing the frog.

— “Hey! Spit that out.”,you both ordered.

Kuiil observed you both wisely, then, nodded firmly.

Through the darkness of the night, he led us to meet the Jawas, with those only lights from the engine. At the back, you were watching Ayod sleeping peacefully. In a soft, nearly imperceptible voice you gently say, tenderly caressing his cheek.

— “As long as I’m here, no one will hurt you. I promise you.”

Your sweet voice, along with your promise, find its way to the ears of the Mandalorian. He slightly glanced over you, observing you. You were… quite stubborn; without wanted to admit captivating.

When the day came up, you arrived at destination.

Afterwards, you learned that this man was a Mandalorian. You were indeed surprised but thinking about it, yeah; it makes sense. You eyed him, you never seen a real Mandalorian, their reputations preceded them, indeed, but having one in front of you was fascinating !

You sat behind him and Kuiil, waited for them to finish their trade. You laugh right away when you hear the man trying to speak Jawa only for stopped immediately when he turned to you. You couldn't see his face but his aura was very frightening! Seeing him trying to roast the Jawas make you regret what you just did.

Out of the blue, the Jawas pointed to Ayod behind you, trying to have him instead. The three of you turned around and seeing those Jawas around him, the Mandalorian and you shouted automatically.

— “Get away from it/him!”

— “Again with this “it”, really?”, you turned to face the man.

He did what he’s the best at, ignoring you. He later accepted a strange quest, bring the egg to the Jawas.

The inside of their vessels was so small! With every jolts, the Mandalorian’s helmet hit the roof, earning from him a deep growl. You burst out laughing. At the second your laugh came out, another jolts make you felt, face and chest down against his back. Karma at its best. You quickly adjust yourself back, letting out a small “Sorry…”, cheeks red. He didn’t respond, you assumed he didn’t care at all. And that was surely better like that. O how much you were wrong. If you could have seen his face, you would probably be even redder.

He insisted that you should stay here, with Kuiil and the Jawas. But hey, if Ayod was coming with him, you sure gonna come too! It was no negotiating. He turned to look at Kuiil with a none-face easily understanding: “See what I have to deal with?”.

You were now facing a hole in the mountain; more like a cave. The mandalorian started to do a little check-up, checking his armors, checking his weapons, ready to enter. Against your will, an apprehension started growing wild inside you. You tried to calm you down, trying to detach yourself from this anguish, but hélas, nothing worked.

Time have passed since he entered the cavern, you turned to look at the baby. He really let you alone with Ayod. Isn’t he afraid that you could literally just take the baby and go?

You heard blaster’s shots being fired, so you turned to the cave, only to see him fly out of the hole. You cover your mouth, shook by what you just see. Before even asked him if he was okay, the huge beast came out of its nest. You didn’t have time to adjust that the man was pushed back again violently.

The beast turned to look at you and Ayod.

— “Oh no…”,you whispered.

You hated yourself for letting your blaster with Kuiil, judging it useless. Protecting the baby, that’s what you have to do and nothing else. You took the whole cradle in arm, shelling the child with your whole body and waited for the impact. An impact that didn’t come. The man floated away the cocoon, you with it.

— “Are you out of your mind??”,he shouted.

— “I... I just wanted to— Watch out!”

The beast loaded, coming right after him. You couldn't bring yourself to watch this horrific scene; you turned your head to look away. It was too painful to watch, too painful to realize that at the moment, you were useless.

With each whimper, you squeezed your eyes shut harder, hating yourself even more. The sound stopped for some reason so you opened one eye. Is it… over?

For a moment the Mandalorian dozed off, due to the brutal impact. He could only hear a strange noise at the distance. A noise that changed into your voice, screaming at him to get up, praying for him to get up. He slowly sat on his knees, only holding a knife in front.

The beast loaded again. Your body instinctively moved on its on.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, you running to the man, along with the beast.

When you were near to the Mandalorian, the unexpected happen. The beast stopped abruptly, flying in the air. Feeling no impact, the man raised his head and assisted in shock at the scene. He first turned to you, but seeing you glancing over the child, he understood that you weren’t the one responsible. The beast fell to floor, and the man finished his task.

Afterwards, you rushed to the man.

— “Are you okay??”, you asked, your voice filled with worry.

He was taken aback. He was certain that ignoring you was going to work, make you go away, easing his life. He was so sure. Yet, you were by his side, worrying about his state. He tilted his head when he noticed that you were really serious. He observed every parcels of face. Contemplating you, even. Seeing you waiting for his respond, he then nodded. You sight, relieved by the news. You both turned to face the little Ayod, now peacefully sleeping; still shaken by what happen.

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